Part 1
I absolutely love being submissive and giving submission. Nothing makes my pussy wetter than pleasing and serving my Master or Mistress. Let me, if I may, take you on a journey into the taboo and dirty depths of my dark and orgasmic world. I hope you enjoy how my mind works.
I open my eyes, but I can’t see a damn thing. I can only feel a soft material covering my eyes, something snug around my wrists, and a gag in my mouth. Despite my confusion, I can feel my pussy starting to get wet. The unknown excites me.
My wrists are over my head, and I can’t move them at all. I try to move my feet, but I’m tied up so high that only my toes gently brush the ground. Another thing I can tell is that I’m only wearing a bra and panties. I can feel the air moving gently across my bare arms, legs, and belly. Maybe there’s a fan somewhere, or maybe a window is open. There’s no way for me to tell.
I try to scream, but all that comes out are little grunting and moaning sounds. The gag fills my mouth completely, and it leaves my mouth agape. I start to wiggle my arms, but they won’t move. I’m completely helpless and under the control of whoever put me here. I’m here to show submission – willing or not.
Then I hear footsteps; heeled boots on concrete.
I can’t tell if the footsteps are a man’s or a woman’s. Again, I try to scream, but they’re fruitless.
The next thing I feel is something leathery against my shoulders, moving left and right across the mostly bare skin of my upper back. My pussy lips start to swell as a rush of adrenaline goes to my head. Is that a flogger? It must be.
The mysterious implement wielder moves the flogger down my spine. I can feel each one of the falls brush my skin. It lights up my nerve endings, and it almost tickles.
The feeling goes away, but returns sharply and it sends shivers down my spine. I try again to cry out, but my gag is still securely in my mouth. Again, I feel the bite of the flogger across my back. It reverberates throughout my entire body. I can even feel the thudding vibrations all the way to my pussy, making it tingle. It only grows wetter and wetter with every strike of the flogger. I feel my juices soak through my panties and trickle down my inner thighs. After just a few minutes, my wetness drips all the way down my legs and onto the concrete floor. My gag is still stifling my cries of pleasure and pain.
But then, abruptly, the flogging stops.
I can feel my back, and it feels so hot. I can only imagine how red it must be. My arms start to ache, but there’s nothing I can do. I’m at the mercy (or lack thereof) of my captor. What do they have in store for me now?
Stay on the lookout for part 2 tomorrow. You don’t want to miss this submission experience, babe.